stitch to the rescue

I want to write a fic where Lilo goes to college and her roommate is Boo from Monsters Inc. Boo is the first person to think Stitch is adorable and cuddly, and Lilo is the first person not to act like “Mike Wazowski” was a weird name for a goldfish. They get on like a house on fire which is kind of bad for Nani’s blood pressure.

But then one night they wake up in the middle of the night because something is in their closet. And the door starts to creak open so Stitch tackles whoever (whatever) is in there. They fall back into the closet, the door slams shut… and when Lilo runs over and opens it there’s nothing but an empty closet.

Then Boo tells Lilo all about this weird thing that happened to her when she was a kid, and how no one ever believed her but she knows it was real. 

And cue Lilo and Boo busting into the Monster world to rescue Stitch and wreaking mad havoc in the process.

Things I have learned by joining the local Methodist Church’s coffee & knitting circle (where I am the only person under 60 years old):

  • How to double knit very, very quickly
  • Mrs. Jonson on the third pew won’t mind her own business, bless her heart. And she buys her pies pre-made for all the church functions.
  • Ways that women cheated the system in 1950s Texas to get into college and start careers. Including a memorable “He told me I wouldn’t last a week, but then 6 years later, I had to let him go because his production was way down.” *drinks sip of coffee*
  • We Might Be Conservative But Gosh Darn That Trump Bless His Heart He Doesn’t Know Anything About God Or Texas
  • And On That Note, God And Texas Are The Only Good Things Left In The World. Erin Write That Down.
  • How to rescue a dropped stitch and make it look like it never happened
  • Public schools and inclusive, desegregated education will single-handedly save the world
  • Sharing recipes is a sacred bonding and community-building tradition that rivals the greatest political negotiations and land deals in history
  • “It’s better that you prefer girls honey, the Boyfriend Curse doesn’t apply to your girlfriend and a lovin’ god’ll keep on a-lovin. You better make that girl a sweater.’” 
    • (Boyfriend Curse = knit a sweater for a boy and he’ll leave you when you finish it)
  • Mrs. Barbara’s husband cheated in ‘76, resulting in a divorce. She thought it was the end of the world because her youth had already passed, but now she’s an engineer and married to a kind, good man who she met when she went back to college in ‘79.
  • “The only things you can trust in are God, your good sense, and the wisdom of those older women you grew up admiring. The rest is crap.”
Touch: Part 2

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 3.4K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, (vague) mentions of torture and medical procedures, swearing

A/N: I love this request and couldn’t resist revisiting this fic one more time!

Part 1

~~Bucky’s POV~~

Bucky impatiently waits, his legs unable to stop from bouncing, as he keeps his eyes glued to the hangar entrance. You’d been gone on a mission for a few days now, and even though he’d seen how capable you are in the field, he still stresses when you were on a mission with him to make sure you were safe.

“Are you sure they’re coming?” Bucky asks, chewing on his bottom lip,

“Yes,” Steve reassures him for the 10th time, “The comms are down on the quinjet, but Nat never misses a deadline. She said they’d be back at 2pm, just give them time,”

Bucky nods, Steve’s words having not really calmed him down. As if on cue, the double doors that lead to the hangar bang open. Bucky’s head snaps up and his nerves finally start to fade. He can’t keep the smile off of his face as he waits for you to wander into the compound.

But that’s not what happens. Bucky watches as Natasha slowly walks in, looking like she was in another world. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, but she didn’t seem to be looking at anything or anyone. Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat as he notices her damp lashes and your absence.

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Saturday: Iconic Moment: The poor sun burnt guy who couldn’t eat his mint chocolate chip ice-cream.

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A Gift To The Bird Boy- Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader

“Well, well, well,” said a male voice that you knew well, “what do we have here?”

You looked up and saw the Joker grinning at you.  The chains wrapped around your wrists cut into your exposed skin from attempting to escape for hours.  You refused to have the man that killed the love of your life kill you.  You had just completed a mission assigned from Batman and this asshat decided to kidnap you on the worst day possible.  August 16th or Jason Todd’s birthday.  

“I was visiting an old pal’s grave and found you there. I never knew the boy blunder had his own little birdie.”

His laughs echoed throughout the room.  You refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear and pain.  He skipped to you and dragged you to the middle of the room.  There was now blood dripping down your wrists.  Your chest ached from all of the swings from the crowbar.  Cuts and bruises were littered all over your limbs.  Each breath you took was painful and raspy.  You craned your neck to see him pulling out more of his weapons.  He was reciting ‘another one bites the dust’ over and over again until he found what he was looking for.  He held a small tube in his hand along with a syringe.  

“Is it too late to give the birdboy one last gift?  I bet he’ll be happy to see his lovely angel.”

Another set of laughs erupted from the deranged clown.  You wondered what was in the tube.  Was it his Joker venom?  Was it poison?  A million questions sped around in your mind until he walked over and ripped the sleeve off of your bloody shirt.  He plunged the needle into your arm and let its contents flow into your bloodstream.

“I borrowed this from an ol’ buddy of mine.  I may have altered it a bit, but I will give nothing but the best for the birdboy.”

“I’LL KILL YOU!!” you screamed.

You began thrashing around until he hit you with the crowbar again.  Your vision faded as the toxin or whatever he injected into you started to take its toll.  That’s when you saw him.  Jason was on the ground and surrounded by a pool of blood.  You tried to run over to him but you couldn’t move.  You scanned for any sign of movement but failed.

“JASON!!  Jason please wake up…..”

He didn’t.  You looked away and started sobbing.  Then you felt a hand on your shoulder.  Behind you was Jason, but his face was in the shadows.  When a light was shone across his face you screamed once again.  His face was covered in scars and blood, but that wasn’t the reason why you screamed.  He had an open cut running from his mouth to his cheeks.  His eyes were not the ones you fell in love with.  The eyes he had were filled with a psychotic combination of anger and joy.  He dragged his hands up your body until one of them grasped your throat.  The other carved a knife into your bruise-covered stomach and all you could do was scream.

The illusions continued to get worse and worse.  They consisted of the deaths of your parents, they deaths of the innocents you failed to save and all of your darkest fears, but with a twist.  Whatever the Joker did to the fear toxin, it added his own theme of madness to your fears.  Your throat was raw from the screaming and your skin stung every time the cuts made contact with the cloth of your shirt.  Your vision was fading once again and you gave into the darkness.


When you regained consciousness you were in a different room.  Instead of concrete walls and your blood smeared everywhere there were pale blue walls and cheap furniture spread around the room.  To your left was a nightstand with medical supplies and a glass of water.  Bloodstained cloth and gauze was in the trash can under it.  You looked at your arms and found them covered in slightly bloodstained gauze.  Your legs and upper torso were also wrapped in gauze.  Most of your heavy wounds were stitched up and healing.  How long were you out?  Who rescued you?  Is this another one of Joker’s illusions or tricks?  You wrapped yourself in the blanket and tried to calm yourself.  It didn’t help.  The door creaked open and revealed a man with more medical supplies in his hand.  He looked shocked to see you up.  He slowly approached you and pulled you into a hug.

“I thought I lost you, (Y/N).”

You remained in that position for a while before you calmed down and glanced at your rescuer.

“Jason?” you whispered.

“It’s me (Y/N/N).”

You pulled your arms out of the blanket and returned the hug.  

“Oh my God! I missed you so much!”

“I know.  I missed you, too.”

He held onto you like you would slip away if he let go.  When he found you he thought he was too late.  You held onto him like he would disappear if you let go.  You would never let go again.

The Witch of Charming-2


Requested by an Anon said:A crossover imagine where reader is a hunter in the Supernatural world who meets guys of SOA while doing a job in Charming.

AN: This is my first crossover, I hope you enjoy it! 

My body felt like it was torn apart and put back together, I laid there and tried to remember what happened.  I killed the witch, and her big dog too, but got ripped apart.

I called Sam and told him good bye, he was trying to find me, and Dean was going to send Cas. I knew he wouldn’t get there in time, I opened my eyes and tried to set up.

I was in a room, that was decorated with posters of half naked woman, I was in hell. I winced in pain, I felt two strong hands push me back down. “Chibs will kill me if you rip out those stitches. Lay down and rest!” His voice was gruff.

I looked him over, he was tattooed and bald, his dark eyes were caring. “Where am I?”

“You’re safe! We’ve got you.” He covered me back up.

“I need to call my family.” I dozed off, before he brought me a phone.

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Friday: Favorite Character Trait: FAMILY LOVE

Aloha e aloha e
‘Ano 'ai ke aloha e
Aloha ae aloha e
A nu ay ki aloha e

There’s no place I’d rather be
Then on my surfboard out at sea
Lingering in the ocean blue
And If I had one wish come true
I’d surf till the sun sets
Beyond the horizon

A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
Lawe mai i ko papa he'e nalu
Flyin by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride

A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
La we mai iko papa he na lu
Pi'i na nalu la lahalaha
O ka moana hanupanupa
Lalala i kala hanahana
Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one
Helehele mai kakou e
Hawaiian roller coaster ride

There’s no place I’d rather be
Than on the seashore dry, wet free
On golden sand is where I lay
And if I only had my way
I’d play til the sun sets
Beyond the horizon

Lalala i kala hanahana
Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one
It’s time to try the Hawaiian Roller coaster ride

Hang loose, hang ten, howzit, shake a shaka
No worry, no fear, ain’t no biggie braddah
Cuttin’ in, cuttin’ up, cuttin’ back, cuttin’ out
Frontside, backside, goofy footed, wipe out

Looking for the wipeout
Let’s get jumpin’, surf’s up and pumpin’
Coastin’ with the motion of the ocean
Whirlpools swirling, cascading, twirling
Hawaiian roller coaster ride

There’s no place I’d rather be
Then on my surfboard out at sea
Lingering in the ocean blue
And if I had one wish come true
I’d surf till the sun sets
Beyond the horizon

A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
Lawe mai i ko papa he'e nalu
Flyin by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride

A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
La we mai iko papa he na lu
Pi'i na nalu la lahalaha
O ka moana hanupanupa
Lalala i kala hanahana
Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one
Helehele mai kakou e
Hawaiian roller coaster ride


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“I Almost Lost You.”

Originally posted by irlkylo

“Where is she!?” A voice was shouting loud amongst the mess of others as I sat wrapped with a bright orange blanket around me. Outside the sky was a dusky black. The rain had stopped falling earlier leaving the pavement freshly wet leaving that hot and humid smell as steam and mist slowly raised from it. The sound of sirens, cries, shouts and police officers all seemed to back away upon the voice of the frazzled and agitated one that also was pushing its way through the crowd. I stood, shaking from the ambulance steps, nursing the small cut on my forehead from the exploding glass that had cut me and the other students in the room upon the window breaking once the gunman opened fire.

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Dionysus was the god of fertility and wine, later considered a patron of the arts. He created wine and spread the art of viticulture. He had a dual nature; on one hand, he brought joy and divine ecstasy; or he would bring brutal and blinding rage, thus reflecting the dual nature of wine. Dionysus and his followers could not be bound by fetters.

Dionysus was the son of Zeus and Semele, and he was the only god with a mortal parent. Zeus went to Semele in the night, unseen by human eyes, but could be felt as a divine presence. Semele was pleased to be the lover of a god, even though she did not know which one. Word soon got around and Hera quickly assumed who was responsible. She went to Semele in disguise and convinced her she should see her lover as he really was. When Zeus visited her again, she made him promise to grant her one wish. She went so far as to make him swear on the River Styx that he would grant her request. Zeus was madly in love and agreed. She then asked him to show her his true form. Zeus was unhappy knowing what was about to happen, but bound by his oath, he had no choice. He appeared in his true form and Semele was instantly burnt to a crisp by the sight of his glory. Zeus managed to rescue the fetal Dionysus and stitched him into his thigh until he would be ready to be born. His birth from Zeus conferred immortality upon him.

Hera, still jealous of Zeus’ infidelity and the fact that Dionysus was alive, arranged for the Titans to kill him. The Titans ripped him to pieces; however, Rhea brought him back to life. After this, Zeus arranged for his protection and gave him to the mountain nymphs to be raised.

Dionysus wandered the world actively spreading his cult. He was accompanied by the Maenads, wild women, flush with wine, shoulders draped with a fawn skin, carrying rods tipped with pine cones. While other gods had temples to be worshipped at, the followers of Dionysus worshipped him in the woods. There, they might go into a state of ecstasy and madness, ripping apart and eating raw any animal they might come upon.

Dionysus was also one of the very few characters able to bring a dead person back from the underworld. Even though he had never seen Semele, he was concerned for her. Eventually, he journeyed into the underworld to find her. He faced down Thanatos and brought her back to Mount Olympus.

Dionysus became one of the most important gods in everyday life and was associated with several key concepts. One was rebirth after death; his dismemberment by the Titans and his return to life was symbolically echoed in viticulture, where the vines must be pruned back sharply, and then become dormant in winter for them to bear fruit. Another concept was that under the influence of wine, one could feel possessed by a greater power. Unlike other gods, Dionysus was not merely a god to be worshipped, but he was also present within his followers; at those times, a man would possess supernatural powers and was able for things he would not be able to do otherwise.

The festival for Dionysus was held in the spring when vines would start bearing leaves. It became one of the most important events of the year and its primary focal point was the theater. Most of the great Greek plays were initially written to be performed at the feast of Dionysus. All participants, writers, actors, spectators, were regarded as sacred servants of Dionysus during the festival.

5 Things Tag

I was tagged by @theoldwalkingsong. The rules are: Answer 5 Questions then tag five people.

5 Things Currently in my bag:

  1. new Stitch Hawaiian print wallet!
  2. Baby Lips Doctor Rescue lip balm
  3. disposable fountain pen
  4. An Unnatural Vice studio bag containing miscellany like tampons, portable charger, etc
  5. Skullcandy wireless headphones

5 Things Currently in my Bedroom (I decided to exclude the usual furniture):

  1. cute little humidifier
  2. white noise machine
  3. bi pride flag
  4. a framed picture of Loki Laufeyson with a speech bubble that says ‘I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.’
  5. a candle with a scent called ‘Hot Kiss’

5 Things I’m Currently Into:

  1. a/b/o fics
  2. Carly Rae Jepson radio on Google Play Music
  3. Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries
  4. thinking dreamily & emotionally about Jordan L Hawk’s Hexworld series
  5. cuddling a certain ginger cat

5 Things I Want To Do:

  1. buy some cute pillowcases on Etsy
  2. feel good enough to go to the Natural History Museum’s “Think & Drink with the Extinct” event this week
  3. go on vacation
  4. be able to keep cuddling that ginger cat for at least 5 more years
  5. get some really good pie

5 Things On My To-Do List:

  1. burn down the patriarchy (this was from Jess’s list but it’s on mine too)
  2. finish laundry
  3. do the fucking vacuuming
  4. give myself a mani/pedi
  5. get into this long fic I’ve had on my to-read list for a few weeks

I’m tagging @theblackpearlofbraavos, @owlphallacies, @thegingerpire, @mfred @drchristineputnam and anyone else who wants to – but don’t feel obligated. ;)

anonymous asked:

The first thing I thought of when I saw your "Hera is jealous of Kanan's hair" comic was that one scene from Lilo & Stitch after David gets caught on fire and I'm laughing, help. "Don't worry, she likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read her dairy." "She thinks it's fancy?"

So wait. Tiny blue-haired creature desperately looking for a family? Is Ezra Stitch? Did he give the whole “Ohana means family” speech to rescue space dad?

tygermama  asked:

So what if - Bucky's having a bad day, which becomes a bad week, which is starting to turn into a bad month, not just stuff happening but his mood is in the dumps. It's starting to affect everyone in the Tower. There is a pall over the Avengers. Natasha gives Steve a pleading look and he's all 'Yeah, you're right. It's time to call in the big guns.' And he calls Lilo and Stitch, begging them to come visit and sends Tony's jet to pick them all up. EPIC SHENANIGANS ENSUE Y/N?

Originally posted by arie-ll


Also, by way of Inexplicable Magical Time Travel Portal a.k.a. Maui Screwed Up Again™ Lilo gets to bring “Cousin Moana” along.

Originally posted by doujinshi

“I am Moana of Mota’nui.  You will get in our – hey, Lilo, you guys call this a what again? (”PLANE!”) Right! PLANE and go across the ocean and WE WILL HAVE AN ADVENTURE!”

So basically, Moana, Lilo and Stitch drag Bucky plus Avengers all the way to the islands because Adventure is calling, that’s why and also because Maui has an ongoing argument with Namor the Douchecanoe and we discover that Maui also has a boyfriend who happens to rule his own ocean kingdom and annoys the fuck out of Namor.

Originally posted by jet-grind

This entertains Bucky.  Like a Lot.  Also Stitch gets to ride on Bucky’s shoulders and groom his hair and Stitch will growl at anyone who even looks wrong in Bucky’s direction.

Poor Steve, however, has a problem because Namor the Douchecanoe promptly crushes HARD on him and Maui has to be convinced that “sacrificing” Steve is a terrible idea. 

Moana has to pull hard on his ear for that. XD

No More Running

I got this prompt from an anon and a situation like this has been on my mind a lot since the episode. I really do think Amelia would have got hurt too if she had been in the room at the time. The prompt read: ‘Just got this idea. What if Amelia WAS there when Loo woke up, but she was also hurt in the process as well? (Omelia feels of course)’ here it is :)

Amelia could not believe Meredith. She needed a consult on her trauma but instead of asking for Amelia personally, she just paged ‘neuro’. This only added to how Amelia was already feeling about Meredith, and it didn’t help that on top of all that hurt and frustration, she also had a massive hangover.

“Okay, I’m here, what do we need?” Amelia said at an almost sigh, making her way slowly into the trauma room.

It took her less than a second to notice the scene that was unfolding in front of her.

The patient didn’t look like he knew what he was doing, he seemed to be in some kind of trance-like state yet at the same time his fists were pounding Meredith to the ground.

“Hey, hey!” Amelia said, rushing forwards and trying to get in the middle of the two.

She grabbed the patients arm and held it firmly, which turned out to be a mistake when two seconds later, with more strength than she had ever felt before, he twisted round his arm and threw Amelia across the floor. She flew into a cabinet on the other side of the room and split her arm open from where her lab coat had slid down, her head hit against one of the drawers and her vision became slightly blurry.

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I dont know if you still take doggo subs but this is Nani(like from lilo and stitch). My girlfriend and I rescued her yesterday from some people that were raising her to be a bait dog for a fight ring. She is a very good pupper and is already doing sitting/shaking commands. 😌

chipmunkfanatic  asked:

Finding your blog has officially made my day! I adore your work with the Darkwing Duck comics and seeing all your incredible pieces here (especially your DWD, Rescue Rangers, and Lilo and Stitch stuff) is just bringing back the very best of my childhood! Thank you so much for running such an excellent blog-- your talent is inspiring!

Thank you, I appreciate the kind words. Here, have a Dale & Gadget!

“Jenny?” The monster felt the little girl’s body go limp in his arms. He stopped running, kneeling down on the pavement while holding her wound closed. The CDA knew nothing of the human skin, as the surgical stitches holding her lower stomach loosened, releasing pools of blood. “No, no, no, Jenny, hold in there!” Johnny cried, applying pressure with one shaking paw. He checked her pulse, laying a free paw against her neck. Nothing. The rain smeared the bloodstain on her shirt and the red liquid dripped down to a shimmering pool into the cement. “Jenny, don’t die on me!” the monster sobbed.

(After the CDA sterilize Jennifer, Johnny is able to rescue her but her stitches break as the human and monster try to escape the headquarters.)